"Bobby, put the knife down please, for my sake," a calm voice interrupted just as Bobby was about to strike. Bobby turned with a cold smirk, ready to dismiss whoever dared interfere. However, his demeanor instantly changed when he saw the elegant Harvey approaching. "Mr. Weller, what brings you here?" Bobby asked with a forced smile. Harvey, with Christina by his side, walked over gracefully. They looked like a prince and princess, drawing everyone's attention. "Dylan and I are great friends. I'm vouching for this man today, and I'll talk to Dylan personally later," Harvey stated with a smile as if it were a trivial matter. He glanced at Andrew, his eyes flashing mysteriously. Bobby hesitated. "But Mr. Weller, this guy hurt over a dozen of Mr. Garner's men yesterday. He really disrespected the boss…" Harvey calmly replied, "I said I'd handle it. Don't worry about Dylan; I'll explain everything to him. Besides, I heard your men tried to harm my fiancée yesterday. I haven't
"Mr. Weller just saved your life. Don't you think you owe him a thank you?" "I bet he's just jealous of Mr. Weller's status and influence!" The crowd's attitude toward Andrew turned even more disdainful. Some even considered teaching Andrew a lesson to impress Harvey. Christina frowned. "Andrew, Harvey's intervention calmed things down with Mr. Garner. Is it so hard to show gratitude for helping us both?" Before Andrew could respond, Harvey waved his hand dismissively. "Christie, there's no need to force him. You know I don't do favors expecting anything in return." He turned to Andrew with a smile. "Andrew, right? Christie has told me about you. I should thank you for looking after her these past three years." The crowd was impressed by Harvey's graciousness, further highlighting the contrast with Andrew. "Mr. Weller's is such a classy man. That loser can't match him!" "Ms. Stevens made the right choice dumping this petty jerk." "This loser must be feeling pretty use
Harvey glanced at Andrew, shaking his head with a smile. "I apologize if my words offended you, Andrew. I simply meant that a lady from a prestigious family like Fran should be accompanied by a gentleman befitting her status." Though not overtly insulting, Harvey's words dripped with upper-class superiority and dismissiveness toward Andrew. Andrew grinned. "I'm impressed. Also, didn't you say earlier that you'd cover all expenses at Oakridge Club today?" Harvey nodded, surprised by the question. "That's right. Whatever you want to drink or do, it's on me." "Well, since you offered, I'd be rude to refuse," Andrew replied, his smile widening. Harvey chuckled and walked away with Christina, not bothering to respond further. He had hoped to have some fun with this nobody, but Andrew did not even pique his interest. Christina was already eager to leave. Her disappointment in Andrew had turned to disgust. It seemed he knew he could not compete with Harvey and was shamelessly tryi
"I'm sorry, Andrew, but I can't marry you!" Christina Stevens declared coldly in the CEO's office of Stevens Corporation. She sat behind her desk, looking elegant in a black lace dress, her demeanor icy and aloof. Across from her sat a handsome man in modest attire. Andrew Lloyd could not believe what he was hearing and asked, "Christie, what do you mean? What happened to the promise between us?" They had agreed to tie the knot on the day Stevens Corporation went public, marking the end of their three-year courtship. "Since we've been dating each other, I'll be frank," Christina replied, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her stunning features exuded grace and beauty with every movement. "Andrew, don't you think the gap between us has grown too wide? It's like we're from different worlds now. Forcing this relationship won't do you any good. For me, it would be… a burden." A burden? Andrew was stunned, never expecting Christina to say such a thing. If it had not
In the elevator, Andrew opened the modest ring box. A dazzling pink diamond immediately caught the light, its brilliance filling the small space. This 7.5-million-dollar luxury ring was once known as the "King of Diamonds" of Jayrodale, truly one of a kind. Andrew did not know exactly how much money was on the bank card, but he was sure it was enough to buy Stevens Corporations ten times over. Moments ago, Christina and Irene had not even bothered to look at these treasures, with Irene dismissing them as junk. As the elevator doors opened, Andrew stepped out. "Well, well, if it isn't Andrew! You don't look so good," a mocking voice greeted him. Andrew calmly looked up to see a man in a tailored suit, his hair slicked back, holding a bouquet of blue roses. It was Shawn Fields, Jayrodale's infamous trust fund baby and one of Christina's most persistent admirers. Not wanting to talk to him, Andrew tried to sidestep him, but Shawn moved to block his path again. Andrew's eyes turn
Meanwhile, Andrew had already settled into a Rolls-Royce, heading toward Jayrodale General Hospital. His phone rang, and to his surprise, it was Christina calling. Since their relationship was over, Andrew saw no reason to answer. Yet, the phone kept ringing, seemingly urgent. Frowning, Andrew finally decided to pick up. "Andrew, listen to me. Turn yourself in immediately!" Christina's voice blared through the speaker, catching Andrew off guard. "That King of Diamonds is worth 7.5 million dollars, Andrew. Have you lost your mind? I know you did this to make me happy, but have you considered the legal consequences? Turn yourself in now, while there's still time. Don't worry, with Stevens Corporation's influence in Jayrodale, I'll do my best to keep you out of jail!" Christina's voice was filled with righteous indignation, feeling disappointed in Andrew. Andrew finally understood—she thought he had stolen the King of Diamonds. "You've got it wrong. I didn't steal it," he said sim
Amidst the flurry of bodyguards, a young girl was rushed into the hospital on a stretcher. By her side, a tall, stunning woman with long flowing hair and legs clad in black stockings clutched the girl's hand desperately. Her voice trembled with emotion as she spoke, "Cece, please be okay. I'm right here, and I promise I'll save you, no matter what." Despite the urgency of the situation, many onlookers immediately recognized the woman. She was Lauren Rhodes, the heiress of the prestigious Rhodes family and widely regarded as the most beautiful woman in Jayrodale. In the city's fashion industry, Lauren was often described as a femme fatale. "Ms. Rhodes, please don't worry. Our hospital will do everything in our power to save your sister," Bernard Hackett, the hospital's deputy chief, rushed to assure her. Lauren's status and the Rhodes family's influence in Jayrodale were unparalleled. Hence, their presence demanded nothing but the utmost dedication and respect from the hospita
Lauren's face paled instantly. "What did you say? Where's Dr. Hackett? What's going on?" Bernard and Philip approached, looking apologetic. "We're sorry, Ms. Rhodes. Ms. Cecelia's condition is critical. We've done all we can." Philip added, his voice filled with frustration, "The initial treatment seemed promising, but suddenly, Ms. Cecelia's breathing weakened dramatically. It's not our lack of skill, Ms. Rhodes. We're simply facing an impossible situation." Before Philip could finish his explanation, Lauren slapped him. "Ms. Rhodes, what was that…" "You idiot!" Lauren seethed, her body trembling with rage. "Didn't you just boast about your ability to save Cece?" Philip stood there, speechless and humiliated, his cheek stinging from the blow. Then, Lauren turned to Bernard, her voice dripping with venom. "Dr. Hackett, I'll ask you one last time. Is there anyone else in this hospital who can help? If anything happens to her, you and your incompetent son will face severe